There is a place where happiness lives. Sunshine and puppies were born there, in a very safe and sanitary way. This place can pull the moon into the sea while dancing on the head of a pin. This place takes many forms and you can see it all over the country. My favorite rendition happens to be just a few miles up the road.
As you enter the warmness engulfs you. Row upon row of decadence awaits and you can see the joy on the faces of all who inhabit it. Families are reunited. Old friends laugh at new jokes and vice versa. Babies play their little baby games. Grandmas can take out their teeth and not be judged while grandpa rests his eyes. Perhaps, on a magical night, you might even see new love blossom.
On occasion the piles of decadence wane, but fear not. With the ringing of an angelic bell, the decadence is quickly refilled. The angels scamper about, sprinkling their love dust and refilling the emptiness in our souls. Mozart had this place in mind when he wrote Beethoven's 5th.
And then, suddenly, just when you think perfection can't be topped here, we get this:
BAM! Shit just got rull serious! This just got ramped up beyond imagination! This is now a place for the God's of Gods. Zeus now feels inadequate when he visits. Not underdressed or out of place, just inadequate. Lightning bolts pepper the landscape. This place is the center of the universe, and all the world's energy is right here. This place is like Fogo De Chao, except it's for people.
A choklit fountain? Are you kidding me? I can dip any of my decadence in this chocklit fountain and make it decadence squared? Who knew that perfection was just an idea? An idea that can be improved upon by adding a CHOCKLIT WONDERFALL!
Thank you chocklit fountain for reminding me that nothing is ever perfect enough. I'm motivated now to never give up and settle. I'll never stop looking for that chocklit fountain to make a great situation even better. I'll never stop trying to make it rain. Screw your carrot and stick. I'm waking up to the chocklit fountain, ever day.
As they say in this now even more perfect place, "it's like wearing shorts to church." I have no idea what that means, but it fills me with happiness nonetheless. My emptiness is gone.
Tommy Tuberville, please take us to this place. Mike Leach took us there on occasion, and it was magical. Sure, he also took us to Wendy's and Long John Silver (A LOT), but we knew it was a special Saturday when he took us here. We didn't argue and fight. We knew if they were running low on rolls, the angels would ring the bell and bring us more. We all laughed and celebrated and ate more rolls. It was a beautiful, simple world.
Now that this place has a chocklit wonderfall, we really want to go back. Don't worry about hurting their feelings. If Oklahoma State can understand anything, they can understand the beauty of this place.
Can we go tomorrow?